"Is that…?" Iris began to say, staying tucked near one of the indented spaces where a door sat.
"That's Macheo, no doubt about it," Ren smiled, "there's no mistaking that attitude!"
It was hard to see past the hulking, bald man covered in scars and a fur-lined set of leather armor, but his eyes met with the much shorter in comparison young man behind the bulky bandit; golden-locks and crimson eyes that were filled with exhausted contempt for the man who was nothing more than trash in front of him.
"You two were taking forever to come down, so I came up to check. Looks like trouble always finds a way to you, huh, Ren?" Macheo asked with his hands in his pockets.
But he came from over there...did he get lost?! Stop trying to look cool! Ren thought.
Holding a wry smile, he nodded, "You can say that again."
"Well, let's get to it then. Aiko will chew my ear out if I let my food get cold," Macheo spoke calmly.
